Dreadful! The globe trotting account about a monarchical figure to rodentia? Someone thaw Walt Disney, Fievel is clearly heading East.
The language in this olde blogge is pedestrian at best with the putrid odor of inconsistency hanging about like a guest most unwelcome. The narrative started out with promise as it tried to lay the foundation for what is presumably to come: A trip to the United Kingdom. The author fails to impress us with her aboriginal itinerary as she eschews London for Birmingham, the Compton to England's Los Angeles. Realizing that I was perhaps being to critical of the first post, the blogge, and the author (such as it were), I decided to continue reading for at least I'd be regaled with the stuporous adventures of a plucky jade
In a fit of creative amnesia, the frumpy strumpet almost immediately misremembers the purpose of her travel diary and informs that she has found her wallet. Never was the wallet mentioned in the priorpost. Most readers are not omniscient, they cannot discern that a wallet was missing in the first place. If they were omniscient, they would not need to read this tragedy. I certainly am looking forward to being inundated with every minute detail of the author's questionable existence. I predict a "lost keys" post within days and links to "lolcats" within the fortnight.
Judging by the abuse of the beloved exclamation point, I can only assume the woman was suffering from hysterical paroxysms while typing.
4 comments:
LOL! OMG I am crying. >:D
In case ya missed it folks:
WHY MASS IS BANNED, LOL!
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Dreadful! The globe trotting account about a monarchical figure to rodentia? Someone thaw Walt Disney, Fievel is clearly heading East.
The language in this olde blogge is pedestrian at best with the putrid odor of inconsistency hanging about like a guest most unwelcome. The narrative started out with promise as it tried to lay the foundation for what is presumably to come: A trip to the United Kingdom. The author fails to impress us with her aboriginal itinerary as she eschews London for Birmingham, the Compton to England's Los Angeles. Realizing that I was perhaps being to critical of the first post, the blogge, and the author (such as it were), I decided to continue reading for at least I'd be regaled with the stuporous adventures of a plucky jade
In a fit of creative amnesia, the frumpy strumpet almost immediately misremembers the purpose of her travel diary and informs that she has found her wallet. Never was the wallet mentioned in the priorpost. Most readers are not omniscient, they cannot discern that a wallet was missing in the first place. If they were omniscient, they would not need to read this tragedy. I certainly am looking forward to being inundated with every minute detail of the author's questionable existence. I predict a "lost keys" post within days and links to "lolcats" within the fortnight.
Judging by the abuse of the beloved exclamation point, I can only assume the woman was suffering from hysterical paroxysms while typing.
Anton "If I don't love it, I don't swallow" Ego.
I heart you Mass - really. ;P
Hahaha Al, I laughed so hard when I saw this post :) Ya made my day :)
I'm glad that my hard hitting critique was not wasted on the unwashed masses. :P
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